Evening Song Of Senlin (Conrad Aiken Poem)
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves, remote ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon ...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little ...
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away (A. R. Ammons)
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the wind schools them out ...
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: ...
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice, And the rich summer's welcome loss I hear In the sickle's serpentine hiss Cutting ...
And I grew up in patterned tranquillity, In the cool nursery of the young century. And the voice of man ...
Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. "Why are you so pale today?" "Because I made him drink of ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
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